The Red Scare Returns

The Red Scare Returns

What is peculiar about this particular right-wing rebirth is the
speed with which it is happening. We had the crash last year, as in
1929. The financial gods were duly dethroned, the banks started to
fail, and the mighty were humbled, as per the time-honored script. A
market-worshiping Republican Party went down in an avalanche of
obloquy. A scary new populism made the cover of Newsweek back in March.

But then we skipped a step. Some new
version of the Bonus Army never marched on Washington. No Huey Long
materialized to haunt the wealthy and we have endured no wave of
sit-down strikes.

Instead, we proceeded straight to the
backlash, raging against a leftist upsurge that maybe should have
happened but that didn't.

Today, from the floor of town-hall
meetings and the heights of the Republican Party, alarmed Americans
fret about secret socialists and denounce the president as a dictator.
They make plans to pull their children out of school rather than have
them exposed to his hypnotic oratorical powers. They quail at imaginary
death panels, storm at imaginary threats to gun rights, and froth at an
imaginary birth-certificate scandal. And it has required only eight
months of Democratic administration to bring the right to a boil.

Actually, it required even less time
than that. This particular wave of outrage actually began back in
February, when the stimulus had just been approved and when the
health-care debate was still entirely theoretical. And even then it was
as if an iron decade of left-wing oppression had been stoically
endured. Remember the tea-party catchphrase? "I'm mad as hell, and I'm
not going to take it anymore," protester after protester would rage, as
though the Obama administration, then in its fifth week, had already
ground them under its heel for years.

Every now and then you hear reminders
of the issues we would be considering if history still moved at its
usual pace. Last week, for example, official Washington was soberly
sorting out what had gone wrong over the last few years at the
Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC). But the right was already
advancing to the next level, with TV host Glenn Beck instructing
viewers of Fox News how the murals and sculptures that surround them
are actually evidence of the secret socialist faith that is presumably
shared by the powerful.

Besides,
who among us really cares about the particulars of SEC mismanagement?
The most notable literary response to last year's financial crisis was
not to turn to the obvious genre-books about Wall Street shenanigans in
the 1920s-but to skip several historical stages and to go straight to
Ayn Rand's 1957 novel "Atlas Shrugged," in which heroic titans of
industry are persecuted by a meddling government. The book's sales
skyrocketed in early 2009, proving that when bankers puff asset bubbles
and wreck the world, a large part of the public can be counted on to
learn from that experience that bankers are the real victims of
society, presumably deserving even more tax cuts and deregulation.

One reason for this acceleration of
the cycles is the peculiar vision of the universe that one finds on the
right, in which liberalism is always and already ensconced behind the
levers of power. The backlash doesn't require left-wing provocations to
get going: According to the time-honored rhetoric of the right, elite
liberal intellectuals are supposed to control the newspapers, the
movies, and academia regardless of who sits in the White House.
"Political correctness" supposedly shapes the way we talk and think at
all times.

So it doesn't really matter that there
isn't much of a proper, visible, '30s-style left in America. One Van
Jones is all it takes to negate the Obama administration's cautious
centrism. The radicalism is just under the surface, if you're willing
to believe.

And it's this willingness to believe,
with its escalating cries of "socialism" and "indoctrination" that
intrigues me most. Can people really be moved to worry about communism
with the Soviet Union gone? Can you really hope to gin up a red scare
without almost no reds?

Sure you can. Because red scares are
fun. It's somehow ennobling to believe that our leaders have secretly
betrayed us; that beneath the placid, suit-and-tie surface lurks a
hideous alien philosophy; that time is running out for our country;
that we alone have figured it out and now we are stepping bravely
forward to give the congressman a piece of our minds.

Besides, where else is a suspicious
mind to go when there are no other explanations being offered? The
backlash is pretty much the only critique of "elites" that lots of
people will ever hear.

And so we all dare to call it treason. Calling it treason is a movie in which we can all have a role.

Further

With the toxic Bibi circus in town - cue talk of "tentacles of terror" - find hope in the extraordinary Combatants For Peace, a joint effort by Israeli and Palestinian veterans of violence who've laid down their guns to fight for peace. Led by a former IDF soldier and Fatah militant who both lost daughters to the conflict's "unrightable wrongs," they insist on the need to "hear what is painful" and "talk to your 'enemies'...Partners for peace always exist. You only have to look for them."